it’s knowing how hard life can be
and knowing before the age of three
its being rejected before you can speak
and living by it week by week
no hugs, no tickles, no high fives
nothing to show you exist, your alive
you cant be stirred from your bed
you are trying to get the nighttmare out of your head

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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